Pierecs door and wall

The drywall to one side of the door suddenly buckled as a hob's claws began ripping through it. Michael bobbed to one side, temporarily leaving the door, held his thumb up to the wall, as if judging where the stud would be, and then ran Amoracchius at an angle through the drywall. The Sword came back hissing and spitting, while another hob howled with pain.
"Without the myrk, these things are in trouble," I said. "Carol, be a dear and roll that chair over here."
Carol, her eyes very wide, her face very pale, did so. She gave the chair a little push, so that it came the last six feet on its own.
Michael's shoulder hit the door as another hob tried to push in. The creature wasn't stupid. It didn't keep trying to force the door when Amoracchius plunged through the wood as if it had been a rice-paper screen, and Michael's Sword came back unstained. "Whatever you're going to do, sooner would be better than later."


Small Favor Chapter 24, Page 192-193